“No⁠—I hid them.”

“You hid them?”

“Yes. I got uneasy. People seemed to be watching me. It scared me⁠—badly.” She put her hand to her head. “It’s almost the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital.⁠ ⁠…”

“Go on,” said Sir James, in his quiet penetrating tones. “What do you remember?”

She turned to him obediently.

“It was at Holyhead. I came that way⁠—I don’t remember why.⁠ ⁠…”

“That doesn’t matter. Go on.”